Lame

What Does She Want?

What she want my life for, to make excuses?

I been through hell back no exclusives.

Abused and berated, lied on and degraded

Betrayed by my best friends, to look for my replacements,

I hate this, I hate she think she can compare

I handled it with grace,

Mocked like I’m Jesus or your saving Grace

You played,

But you forgot I play harder, if your life so well put together, why she adopting daughters.

To slaughter their feminine, creating competition,

Due to their lack of composition,

The oppositions fight harder for love, and I just erase it.

I’m tired of bending backwards for those who need saving,

I know she wants you but is infatuated, with the flatulence you put up with just to say you made it.

I changed, yet the shift of my power, doesn’t come with your army, so you change.

You rather I lose the change to glow up from a pillow top, you use for gains.

Most women don’t use the brains, just falling in position for rules to engage.

Your engagement was read but you want her to be,

More like me, while you compare and she competes, the insecurity of men who fall victim

To the game of love they witness,

The destruction of your happiness, while you lose your self,

Same dope on the dresser she’s starting to abuse herself.

Every time we link I just want you to use the neck,

Tired of going in circles watching you rule the rest

You crude and upset,

I bet this the type of me you’ll regret.

Because replacing me with she won’t stop that pain in your chest.

Watch your conscious get the best of you, and you start to use your chest.

What’s the point of picking her when she can’t be your best?

I hate that she wish she was me, I hate that she wish she could read,

I hate that she wish she wasn’t the person God designed her to be,

I hate you downgraded from top notch,

Just to rock designer without socks,

White girl phantoms all in you rocks,

Now you dreaming of iced grills without knots.

No ambition to be better,

Just rather clone and pretend,

You taking women hostage while they think they got a man.

Whole time you’re afraid, and only living for the change,

Pain can, only turn you to a boss, but you refuse to let hurt come within your range.

Lame!